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Here is the first part of Chapter 10 of Dawn's Story.
Chapter 10 takes place roughly two years after Chapter 9. After this chapter is complete, there will be another long time skip before Chapter 11.
I hope you enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Previous Chapter
Chapter 9: Full Citizen, Part 2
Dawn nervously walked with Jen and Maddie towards their friend Wendy’s house for dinner and a night out. Ever since they got off the subway in a rich-looking area, the oldest of the three women had been concerned. They were deep in Tickle Cartel territory, and Dawn was almost certain that they would be walking into the home of a tickle slave owner. However, Jen and Maddie were excited to go to this person’s house, so Dawn suppressed as many of her nerves as possible and walked along with them. She still regretted wearing a crop top and showing off her stomach, but Jen had similar clothing, and it was far too late to change now. Eventually, the group stopped at one of the larger homes, and Maddie knocked on the door.
“Welcome back, Miss Jen, Miss Maddie,” a bikini-clad woman, looking like she was in her mid- to late-twenties, deferentially addressed the two after opening the door and stepping aside. “And you must be Miss Dawn. Welcome to Mistress Wendy’s home. She’s in the dining room; I’ll take you to her.”
Everything about this woman screamed to Dawn that she was a tickle slave, especially her skimpy clothing and how she spoke to the guests. Growing more nervous now that she was definitely in the home of a tickle slave owner, Dawn nevertheless followed Jen, Maddie, and the slave into the house.
‘They don’t want you anymore; a simple tickle slave owner won’t recognize you,’ Dawn mentally tried to calm herself while walking towards her host. ‘The Tickle Cartel gave up looking for you, remember? You’ve seen several Jolly Jesters since Lily told you that you were free, and not one has so much as stopped you. Just don’t mention that you were a tickle slave, and you’ll be fine.’ Of course, the last part was an unnecessary reminder. Dawn had never told anyone outside of Tummy Paradise, save Olga and Cecelia, that she had been a tickle slave. Even in her workplace, only a few people had that information. Keeping her history on the island a secret was just one of the things that had been cemented inside her mind during her two years of hiding from the fearsome Tickle Cartel.
“Welcome back, Jen and Maddie, and it’s wonderful to meet you, Dawn.” An older woman stood up when the group entered the minimally decorated dining room. She gave Jen and Maddie quick hugs before shaking Dawn’s offered hand. “How about we sit down to eat?” Jen sat down next to Wendy, while Maddie and Dawn occupied the other side of the table. “Layla, please tell the cooks that we’re ready for dinner.” The named tickle slave left, and shortly afterwards, food was brought out. “So, Dawn, Jen and Maddie tell me that you work at Tummy Paradise, and they’ve had a few sessions with you there.”
“Yes, they have,” Dawn allowed herself to relax after taking a bite of delicious steak. “Maddie’s a really great tickler, and I’ve had fun tickling and being tickled by Jen.”
“She’s an amazing tickler and ticklee, too,” Jen heaped praise on Dawn. “I’m just happy we met in my first days in the Tickle Cartel.” At the mention of the evil organization’s name, Dawn’s knees shook slightly below the table. “You know, Tickle Mistress Wendy,” Jen paused a little longer than normal, “I know I’ve told you this before, but Dawn and I both love tickling, and our bellybuttons are both super ticklish.” She looked to Dawn, smiling wider and continuing, “It’s like we were made to session with each other.”
‘Tickle Mistress. Lily said that’s a common title for higher-ups in the Tickle Cartel,’ Dawn confusedly cocked her head to keep from shivering, and her toes clenched in her sandals.
“She certainly sounds like your perfect session partner,” Wendy agreed before looking over to and noticing Dawn’s confusion. “Forgive me, Dawn; I should have properly introduced myself,” the high-class woman apologized. “I am the head, or Tickle Mistress, of the Tickle Cartel’s Tickle Slave Training Academy.”
“Oh, sounds important,” Dawn responded, her voice shaking ever so slightly and her toes clenching and unclenching at a quicker pace.
“I suppose you could say that,” Wendy civilly replied, holding a simple smile on her face.
‘Not only is she a higher-up in the Tickle Cartel, she’s in charge of the worst part!’ Dawn panicked internally, although she adamantly refused to show it, something she had forced herself to learn during her four years in the Tickle Cartel. ‘And I’m in her house. Her house! So much for me being safe here. Sure, maybe a simple tickle slave owner might not want to return me to tickle slavery, but the head of their slave trainers? If she even gets a hint that I ran away from those slavers, I’ll get locked up and tickle tortured forever. Even worse, once she takes me in, I’ll be beaten for days as punishment for escaping. I have to act normal and then get out of here at the soonest possible moment. I’m pretty sure Jen and Maddie don’t know it, but they just brought me into a sadistic torturer’s home.’
Dawn struggled to keep from breaking out of a normal disguise for the rest of the night. She was relieved that Tickle Mistress Wendy never beat her tickle slaves, as far as she could tell. They had no markings to signal painful punishment, and Wendy even called them out to eat with the guests after a short bit. After dinner, the group tickled a few of the tickle slaves, and the Tickle Mistress was very light with the tickle torture. Jen and Maddie went slightly harder on them, although they did not extend the tickle torment to the point that Dawn had endured in the Stomach Slaver. Meanwhile, Dawn reluctantly acted in character and skittered her fingers over a tickle slave’s bare feet, but although effective, she did not feel as confident as in her normal tickler sessions.
Jen offered herself as a ticklee once the mistress of the house decided that her slaves had been tickled enough, and Dawn was more comfortable tickling her willing friend. Later on, Wendy asked Dawn if she wanted a chance under their fingers, but the former tickle slave politely refused, claiming to be tired so she could keep from being tortured by the Tickle Mistress. The group returned to the dining room for dessert, and a few tickle slaves joined them. Afterwards, Jen, Maddie, and Dawn headed out, everyone thanking Wendy for hosting them. Dawn took the subway back to her and Cecelia’s small apartment, and despite the glowing review she gave to Jen and Maddie, she vowed to never return to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s home.
Even after they brought her to the Tickle Cartel slave leader’s house, Dawn continued her normal hangouts with Jen and Maddie. Before visiting the Tickle Mistress, the three had been getting together every Tuesday for dinner and games, and Dawn was more than happy to continue that. The two tried to invite her to their weekly Friday meal at Wendy’s home, but she declined, using the excuse of spending time with Cecelia to avoid the intimidating tickle slave owner. Ever since being officially freed from Tickle Cartel surveillance, Dawn had reluctantly started going out more, one instance of which was a weekly night out with Cecelia. That had been on Fridays, but Dawn and Cecelia had rescheduled it to Saturday for the first dinner. Now that Dawn knew Wendy’s true nature, she felt relieved that she could use her roommate night as an excuse to avoid the rich slaving executive.
There were a few reasons that Dawn refused to give up meeting Jen and Maddie, despite their apparent closeness with the Tickle Cartel leader. Firstly, aside from her weekly night out with Cecelia, Dawn did not go out very much. The two years of being forced to adapt to a shut-in lifestyle had a permanent effect on the former tickle slave. A little bit after her freedom was official, she had begun running outside in the mornings for some daily exercise. However, other than that, her trips out were limited to shopping, work, trips with Cecelia, and the occasional visit to a beach, park, or the like. Jen and Maddie, since they were both new to the Tickle Cartel, were also trying to adapt to their new home, and thus, they did not push Dawn to go out too much. Adding a trip to their apartment once a week did not disturb her schedule and general introverted lifestyle.
Along with the limited physical contact, Dawn valued Jen and Maddie because they were unique among her friends. Due to how often she stayed in her apartment and her fear of the Tickle Cartel, the twenty-two-year-old had not made very many friends on the island. All of her other friends came through either Cecelia or fellow Tummy Paradise employees. In contrast, Jen and Maddie were her first friends that she made without needing someone to introduce them to her, even if she had met them at her safe workplace.
Most importantly, the visit to Wendy’s convinced Dawn that Jen and Maddie did not necessarily know how tickle slaves were really treated by the Tickle Cartel. Despite her distaste of the Tickle Mistress, Dawn had to admit that she had been relatively kind to her tickle slaves during the visit. She had them serve dinner and wear skimpy bikinis, but that could be chalked up as normal servant work. Even the added ticklings were stopped once the slaves started getting exhausted, and Wendy left plenty of time for them to recover before they needed to serve dessert. Not to mention that they showed no evidence of the beatings or harshness Dawn had endured. If that was how tickle slaves were really treated, Dawn would have been able to accept the practice as not horrible. Of course, tickle slavery was much worse than what Wendy showed, as Dawn’s short enslavement proved. Jen and Maddie had only seen the nice aspects of the dark practice, and since they were so new, Dawn realized this could be all they knew about tickle slavery. Their mere association with a surely sadistic Tickle Mistress was not enough for Dawn to break off a good friendship.
Unfortunately, Jen and Maddie did not seem to understand that Dawn never wanted to see Tickle Mistress Wendy again. Although she consistently excused herself from meeting the high-class woman, they continued to ask her to come for dinner. Eventually, the two cooked up a ruse to force her back into the house of unseen horrors. In mid-November, nearly two months after she went to dinner at the slaver’s home, Jen and Maddie informed her that they had to work late that Tuesday and would not be home for dinner. They asked her if she could reschedule, and, not seeing anything off with the request, Dawn told them that she was free on Thursday. The new date was set, but on Thursday afternoon, shortly before Dawn was about to leave Tummy Paradise, a text from Jen threw a wrench in the plan. With the day so close to their normal dinner with Wendy, the Dungeon Ticklers had asked the Tickle Mistress if she could instead meet on Thursday, and if it was alright if Dawn came, too. The slaver boss had accepted, and Jen was asking if Dawn would meet at their mentor’s home. Her primary excuse of being busy evaporated before her eyes, and Dawn could not think of another one before a response was required. Typing the word as slowly as possible, the professional switch answered ‘Yes’, and she got on the subway to the fearsome slaver’s home.
Dawn felt very vulnerable when she realized she only had a short crop top that would fail to even try to protect her midsection at the dominant, sadistic Tickle Mistress’s place. Up until she got to the Tickle Dungeon 16 stop, she constantly looked over her outfit, desperately trying to pull her shirt down to cover up more of her most vulnerable spots. However, when Jen and Maddie boarded the same subway car as her, they seemed excited, so Dawn feigned happiness to match her friends’ energy. That did not keep her from drearily counting the stops before she reached the exit near the high-class area, and she felt condemned inside as she walked with the two towards the house of unseen horrors.
Once again, Layla answered the door for the three, addressing them in the same deferential tone as before, and she took them to Wendy. The Tickle Mistress greeted the group warmly, and she had another meal of steak brought out. After the tickle slaves served the meal, Dawn noticed a significant change from her first visit. Layla and her fellow slaves stayed away from the group for the rest of the night, and Dawn had a bad feeling that she had not been as subtle as she wanted during her prior interaction with the slaver. Also, Wendy turned the post-meal activities to games, and the only tickling during the night was between Jen and Maddie, primarily Maddie poking Jen to get a competitive advantage. As much as Dawn enjoyed the relatively normal night, she still tried to avoid showing any difference in attitude compared to her first visit. It did not work. With no tickle slaves around to remind her of her own captivity, she was much more relaxed, and she joined conversation more comfortably.
This turned out to be a pitfall when Tickle Mistress Wendy directly addressed her right after a game had finished, “Dawn, Jen and Maddie told me that you enjoy drawing pictures, and art in general.”
“I love it!” Dawn had been enjoying the games, and she volunteered the information without thinking.
“I have an art gallery downstairs; would you like to come over sometime soon to tour it?” Wendy proposed. “I’d show you now, but Jen and Maddie aren’t really that into art, and I’d rather we have plenty of time to go through everything.”
Dawn’s spirit fell. ‘She trapped me,’ she thought. ‘I have to say yes to this; there’s no good option if I refuse. I’d have to explain it to everyone here, and none of them can know why I don’t want to be alone in this place. I’ve already told Jen and Maddie that I go to the art museum and art exhibitions when I can, so I can’t use that excuse. If this wasn’t a Tickle Cartel leader’s home, I would accept in a heartbeat. I really don’t have any choice.’
“I’d love to,” Dawn agreed, forcing a smile onto her face.
“Wonderful, and would early Saturday afternoon work for you?” Wendy wondered. “I’ll have lunch made for us, and afterwards, we can enjoy the gallery.”
“Yes, I can do that,” Dawn confirmed.
“Perfect!” There was a little bit of extra joy in the Tickle Mistress’s voice.
The rest of the night went by in a blur. The four primarily played board games, and the only evidence of tickle slaves being in the home was that when the group headed to the dining room, there were full water glasses on the table. When it was time to leave, Wendy escorted the group to the door with a standard farewell, “All of you, I hope you have wonderful weeks. Dawn, I’m looking forward to seeing you on Saturday, and Jen and Maddie, I’ll see you next Friday.”
Dawn, Jen, and Maddie answered in kind, and on the way back, the two Dungeon Ticklers both expressed excitement that Dawn would get to see the Tickle Mistress’ art collection. Despite responding positively to her friends, the former tickle slave remained concerned about her upcoming visit.
Next Chapter
Chapter 10: The Mistress, Part 2
Chapter 10 takes place roughly two years after Chapter 9. After this chapter is complete, there will be another long time skip before Chapter 11.
I hope you enjoy the story! Please let me know what you think, and thank you for reading!
Chapter Beginnings
Chapter 1: Perilous Paradise
Chapter 2: The Evil Box
Chapter 3: On the Run
Chapter 4: A New Paradise
Chapter 5: Tummy Testing
Chapter 6: Hidden Citizen
Chapter 7: Tummy Training
Chapter 8: Sessions and Reflections
Chapter 9: Full Citizen
Chapter 10: The Mistress
Chapter 11: Royals and Revelations
Chapter 12: The Rarest Reunion
Chapter 13: Novice Mistress
Chapter 14: Taking Control
Chapter 15: Mistress Dawn
Previous Chapter
Chapter 9: Full Citizen, Part 2
Dawn nervously walked with Jen and Maddie towards their friend Wendy’s house for dinner and a night out. Ever since they got off the subway in a rich-looking area, the oldest of the three women had been concerned. They were deep in Tickle Cartel territory, and Dawn was almost certain that they would be walking into the home of a tickle slave owner. However, Jen and Maddie were excited to go to this person’s house, so Dawn suppressed as many of her nerves as possible and walked along with them. She still regretted wearing a crop top and showing off her stomach, but Jen had similar clothing, and it was far too late to change now. Eventually, the group stopped at one of the larger homes, and Maddie knocked on the door.
“Welcome back, Miss Jen, Miss Maddie,” a bikini-clad woman, looking like she was in her mid- to late-twenties, deferentially addressed the two after opening the door and stepping aside. “And you must be Miss Dawn. Welcome to Mistress Wendy’s home. She’s in the dining room; I’ll take you to her.”
Everything about this woman screamed to Dawn that she was a tickle slave, especially her skimpy clothing and how she spoke to the guests. Growing more nervous now that she was definitely in the home of a tickle slave owner, Dawn nevertheless followed Jen, Maddie, and the slave into the house.
‘They don’t want you anymore; a simple tickle slave owner won’t recognize you,’ Dawn mentally tried to calm herself while walking towards her host. ‘The Tickle Cartel gave up looking for you, remember? You’ve seen several Jolly Jesters since Lily told you that you were free, and not one has so much as stopped you. Just don’t mention that you were a tickle slave, and you’ll be fine.’ Of course, the last part was an unnecessary reminder. Dawn had never told anyone outside of Tummy Paradise, save Olga and Cecelia, that she had been a tickle slave. Even in her workplace, only a few people had that information. Keeping her history on the island a secret was just one of the things that had been cemented inside her mind during her two years of hiding from the fearsome Tickle Cartel.
“Welcome back, Jen and Maddie, and it’s wonderful to meet you, Dawn.” An older woman stood up when the group entered the minimally decorated dining room. She gave Jen and Maddie quick hugs before shaking Dawn’s offered hand. “How about we sit down to eat?” Jen sat down next to Wendy, while Maddie and Dawn occupied the other side of the table. “Layla, please tell the cooks that we’re ready for dinner.” The named tickle slave left, and shortly afterwards, food was brought out. “So, Dawn, Jen and Maddie tell me that you work at Tummy Paradise, and they’ve had a few sessions with you there.”
“Yes, they have,” Dawn allowed herself to relax after taking a bite of delicious steak. “Maddie’s a really great tickler, and I’ve had fun tickling and being tickled by Jen.”
“She’s an amazing tickler and ticklee, too,” Jen heaped praise on Dawn. “I’m just happy we met in my first days in the Tickle Cartel.” At the mention of the evil organization’s name, Dawn’s knees shook slightly below the table. “You know, Tickle Mistress Wendy,” Jen paused a little longer than normal, “I know I’ve told you this before, but Dawn and I both love tickling, and our bellybuttons are both super ticklish.” She looked to Dawn, smiling wider and continuing, “It’s like we were made to session with each other.”
‘Tickle Mistress. Lily said that’s a common title for higher-ups in the Tickle Cartel,’ Dawn confusedly cocked her head to keep from shivering, and her toes clenched in her sandals.
“She certainly sounds like your perfect session partner,” Wendy agreed before looking over to and noticing Dawn’s confusion. “Forgive me, Dawn; I should have properly introduced myself,” the high-class woman apologized. “I am the head, or Tickle Mistress, of the Tickle Cartel’s Tickle Slave Training Academy.”
“Oh, sounds important,” Dawn responded, her voice shaking ever so slightly and her toes clenching and unclenching at a quicker pace.
“I suppose you could say that,” Wendy civilly replied, holding a simple smile on her face.
‘Not only is she a higher-up in the Tickle Cartel, she’s in charge of the worst part!’ Dawn panicked internally, although she adamantly refused to show it, something she had forced herself to learn during her four years in the Tickle Cartel. ‘And I’m in her house. Her house! So much for me being safe here. Sure, maybe a simple tickle slave owner might not want to return me to tickle slavery, but the head of their slave trainers? If she even gets a hint that I ran away from those slavers, I’ll get locked up and tickle tortured forever. Even worse, once she takes me in, I’ll be beaten for days as punishment for escaping. I have to act normal and then get out of here at the soonest possible moment. I’m pretty sure Jen and Maddie don’t know it, but they just brought me into a sadistic torturer’s home.’
Dawn struggled to keep from breaking out of a normal disguise for the rest of the night. She was relieved that Tickle Mistress Wendy never beat her tickle slaves, as far as she could tell. They had no markings to signal painful punishment, and Wendy even called them out to eat with the guests after a short bit. After dinner, the group tickled a few of the tickle slaves, and the Tickle Mistress was very light with the tickle torture. Jen and Maddie went slightly harder on them, although they did not extend the tickle torment to the point that Dawn had endured in the Stomach Slaver. Meanwhile, Dawn reluctantly acted in character and skittered her fingers over a tickle slave’s bare feet, but although effective, she did not feel as confident as in her normal tickler sessions.
Jen offered herself as a ticklee once the mistress of the house decided that her slaves had been tickled enough, and Dawn was more comfortable tickling her willing friend. Later on, Wendy asked Dawn if she wanted a chance under their fingers, but the former tickle slave politely refused, claiming to be tired so she could keep from being tortured by the Tickle Mistress. The group returned to the dining room for dessert, and a few tickle slaves joined them. Afterwards, Jen, Maddie, and Dawn headed out, everyone thanking Wendy for hosting them. Dawn took the subway back to her and Cecelia’s small apartment, and despite the glowing review she gave to Jen and Maddie, she vowed to never return to Tickle Mistress Wendy’s home.
Even after they brought her to the Tickle Cartel slave leader’s house, Dawn continued her normal hangouts with Jen and Maddie. Before visiting the Tickle Mistress, the three had been getting together every Tuesday for dinner and games, and Dawn was more than happy to continue that. The two tried to invite her to their weekly Friday meal at Wendy’s home, but she declined, using the excuse of spending time with Cecelia to avoid the intimidating tickle slave owner. Ever since being officially freed from Tickle Cartel surveillance, Dawn had reluctantly started going out more, one instance of which was a weekly night out with Cecelia. That had been on Fridays, but Dawn and Cecelia had rescheduled it to Saturday for the first dinner. Now that Dawn knew Wendy’s true nature, she felt relieved that she could use her roommate night as an excuse to avoid the rich slaving executive.
There were a few reasons that Dawn refused to give up meeting Jen and Maddie, despite their apparent closeness with the Tickle Cartel leader. Firstly, aside from her weekly night out with Cecelia, Dawn did not go out very much. The two years of being forced to adapt to a shut-in lifestyle had a permanent effect on the former tickle slave. A little bit after her freedom was official, she had begun running outside in the mornings for some daily exercise. However, other than that, her trips out were limited to shopping, work, trips with Cecelia, and the occasional visit to a beach, park, or the like. Jen and Maddie, since they were both new to the Tickle Cartel, were also trying to adapt to their new home, and thus, they did not push Dawn to go out too much. Adding a trip to their apartment once a week did not disturb her schedule and general introverted lifestyle.
Along with the limited physical contact, Dawn valued Jen and Maddie because they were unique among her friends. Due to how often she stayed in her apartment and her fear of the Tickle Cartel, the twenty-two-year-old had not made very many friends on the island. All of her other friends came through either Cecelia or fellow Tummy Paradise employees. In contrast, Jen and Maddie were her first friends that she made without needing someone to introduce them to her, even if she had met them at her safe workplace.
Most importantly, the visit to Wendy’s convinced Dawn that Jen and Maddie did not necessarily know how tickle slaves were really treated by the Tickle Cartel. Despite her distaste of the Tickle Mistress, Dawn had to admit that she had been relatively kind to her tickle slaves during the visit. She had them serve dinner and wear skimpy bikinis, but that could be chalked up as normal servant work. Even the added ticklings were stopped once the slaves started getting exhausted, and Wendy left plenty of time for them to recover before they needed to serve dessert. Not to mention that they showed no evidence of the beatings or harshness Dawn had endured. If that was how tickle slaves were really treated, Dawn would have been able to accept the practice as not horrible. Of course, tickle slavery was much worse than what Wendy showed, as Dawn’s short enslavement proved. Jen and Maddie had only seen the nice aspects of the dark practice, and since they were so new, Dawn realized this could be all they knew about tickle slavery. Their mere association with a surely sadistic Tickle Mistress was not enough for Dawn to break off a good friendship.
Unfortunately, Jen and Maddie did not seem to understand that Dawn never wanted to see Tickle Mistress Wendy again. Although she consistently excused herself from meeting the high-class woman, they continued to ask her to come for dinner. Eventually, the two cooked up a ruse to force her back into the house of unseen horrors. In mid-November, nearly two months after she went to dinner at the slaver’s home, Jen and Maddie informed her that they had to work late that Tuesday and would not be home for dinner. They asked her if she could reschedule, and, not seeing anything off with the request, Dawn told them that she was free on Thursday. The new date was set, but on Thursday afternoon, shortly before Dawn was about to leave Tummy Paradise, a text from Jen threw a wrench in the plan. With the day so close to their normal dinner with Wendy, the Dungeon Ticklers had asked the Tickle Mistress if she could instead meet on Thursday, and if it was alright if Dawn came, too. The slaver boss had accepted, and Jen was asking if Dawn would meet at their mentor’s home. Her primary excuse of being busy evaporated before her eyes, and Dawn could not think of another one before a response was required. Typing the word as slowly as possible, the professional switch answered ‘Yes’, and she got on the subway to the fearsome slaver’s home.
Dawn felt very vulnerable when she realized she only had a short crop top that would fail to even try to protect her midsection at the dominant, sadistic Tickle Mistress’s place. Up until she got to the Tickle Dungeon 16 stop, she constantly looked over her outfit, desperately trying to pull her shirt down to cover up more of her most vulnerable spots. However, when Jen and Maddie boarded the same subway car as her, they seemed excited, so Dawn feigned happiness to match her friends’ energy. That did not keep her from drearily counting the stops before she reached the exit near the high-class area, and she felt condemned inside as she walked with the two towards the house of unseen horrors.
Once again, Layla answered the door for the three, addressing them in the same deferential tone as before, and she took them to Wendy. The Tickle Mistress greeted the group warmly, and she had another meal of steak brought out. After the tickle slaves served the meal, Dawn noticed a significant change from her first visit. Layla and her fellow slaves stayed away from the group for the rest of the night, and Dawn had a bad feeling that she had not been as subtle as she wanted during her prior interaction with the slaver. Also, Wendy turned the post-meal activities to games, and the only tickling during the night was between Jen and Maddie, primarily Maddie poking Jen to get a competitive advantage. As much as Dawn enjoyed the relatively normal night, she still tried to avoid showing any difference in attitude compared to her first visit. It did not work. With no tickle slaves around to remind her of her own captivity, she was much more relaxed, and she joined conversation more comfortably.
This turned out to be a pitfall when Tickle Mistress Wendy directly addressed her right after a game had finished, “Dawn, Jen and Maddie told me that you enjoy drawing pictures, and art in general.”
“I love it!” Dawn had been enjoying the games, and she volunteered the information without thinking.
“I have an art gallery downstairs; would you like to come over sometime soon to tour it?” Wendy proposed. “I’d show you now, but Jen and Maddie aren’t really that into art, and I’d rather we have plenty of time to go through everything.”
Dawn’s spirit fell. ‘She trapped me,’ she thought. ‘I have to say yes to this; there’s no good option if I refuse. I’d have to explain it to everyone here, and none of them can know why I don’t want to be alone in this place. I’ve already told Jen and Maddie that I go to the art museum and art exhibitions when I can, so I can’t use that excuse. If this wasn’t a Tickle Cartel leader’s home, I would accept in a heartbeat. I really don’t have any choice.’
“I’d love to,” Dawn agreed, forcing a smile onto her face.
“Wonderful, and would early Saturday afternoon work for you?” Wendy wondered. “I’ll have lunch made for us, and afterwards, we can enjoy the gallery.”
“Yes, I can do that,” Dawn confirmed.
“Perfect!” There was a little bit of extra joy in the Tickle Mistress’s voice.
The rest of the night went by in a blur. The four primarily played board games, and the only evidence of tickle slaves being in the home was that when the group headed to the dining room, there were full water glasses on the table. When it was time to leave, Wendy escorted the group to the door with a standard farewell, “All of you, I hope you have wonderful weeks. Dawn, I’m looking forward to seeing you on Saturday, and Jen and Maddie, I’ll see you next Friday.”
Dawn, Jen, and Maddie answered in kind, and on the way back, the two Dungeon Ticklers both expressed excitement that Dawn would get to see the Tickle Mistress’ art collection. Despite responding positively to her friends, the former tickle slave remained concerned about her upcoming visit.
Next Chapter
Chapter 10: The Mistress, Part 2
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